The more I learn
the less I know
don't they know
before finding out
always comes
not knowing at all?
don't they know
that fire was
made by hands
living in the dark?
they call me wise
if I close my eyes
and trust me
my mind tries
but my heart
speaks louder
I wasn't made
to learn what
stars are made of
I was made to
be one of them
so forgive me
if I call myself
an artist before
I call myself
a scientist
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
